Monday, April 16, 2007

Doodling!
=D That's right! I'm doodling! With a sharpie too! Want me to post it?? I have a new saying! No stealies! Okies?

LET ME EAT MY SKITTLES!
and
Leave me and my skittles be!

Yeah, haha, lol.

Here's a story I did for English last year:

A jet-black wolf sang a long deep sorrowful howl into the chili dark night. Its melody tickled the spine and made the villagers grow tense. A full white moon shone down radiantly upon the tiny old village. The wind shrieked and moaned, making the skinny long finger-like branches sway wildly. A thin tiny man with a scruffy beard wearing a green cloak hobbled down the cobblestone roads. His old worn stick helped him balance. Children pointed from the comfort of their cottages, but the man paid them no heed and carried on. He went from door to door, asking for a place to stay; weary from the long journey he's suffered. Sadly, the cottages were so tiny and the families so large, their was barely enough room for the whole family. They couldn't let him stay. A dirt path off to the side caught his eye and he walked down it. A large mansion, decaying and rotting was where the path led. The lights were light and he could smell fresh bread. He quickened his limp to the mansion. He reached the stairs covered with moss and crawled up them. The last step collapsed underneath his foot but he grabbed the deck and pulled him self up. He lay there, wheezing for a moment, and then he got up slowly. As he walked to the door, the deck creaked underneath him. He reached the giant Maple door and softly knocked. He was so tired and hungry; he had almost no energy left. What appeared to be a butler, answered the door. He had gold rim spectacles, was dressed in a black cape. His shoes sparkled in the night. He was so pale, almost white. He had a scar across his cheek. "Sir, could you please let me come in and have a bite to eat and a place to sleep, if it's not too much trouble," the tiny man asked, holding out a gold coin. The butler stepped aside and beckoned him in. "Thank you so much sir," the man said as he stepped in. The old door slammed right behind him, releasing dust everywhere. A blood curling scream pierced through the night air, emitting chills to every person nearby. The villagers knew what had happened. They closed their doors and locked them; they closed their windows and drew the shades in a panicked frenzy. All the lights switched off, all the lanterns blown out.. Families all gathered together and the small children shut their eyes and plugged their ears. A monstrous roar rang through everyone's ears. Scratching and tapping was occasionally heard on the windows. The monsters tempting the villagers to come outside. Morning came and they were safe, for now at least. The tiny thin man was never seen leaving the mansion.

It's called the Wolf Howled. Yeah. Bye!
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